The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Welby worked with calm efficiency, his movements smooth and practiced. The men's room was quiet, save for the occasional squeak of shoes on tile or the muffled rush of water from a nearby sink. Hannah was nestled snugly against Welby’s chest in the baby carrier, her small frame pressing into his steady warmth. Yet, any comfort that might have brought her was overshadowed by the sheer humiliation of the moment.

Her face burned crimson, the heat radiating down her neck and into the edges of her bonnet as she tried desperately to avert her gaze. Welby had placed Lucas on the nearby changing station, the plastic padding beneath him crinkling faintly as he lay there with an ease that only deepened Hannah’s embarrassment. Lucas was the picture of playful nonchalance, his carefree smile starkly contrasting her mortified squirming.

Welby glanced down at Lucas, his large hands carefully untaping the sides of the diaper with a soft rip. “There we go, buddy,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Almost done. You’re being such a good boy.”

Lucas grinned up at him, his legs kicking lightly as he hummed a little tune under his breath. “It’s no big deal,” he said with a shrug, his tone breezy. “It’s not like this is my first change.”

Hannah whimpered softly, her hands gripping the edges of the carrier as she tried to focus her eyes anywhere but Lucas’s diaper area. She stared at the tiled wall to her right, the faintly speckled surface offering no real distraction from the rustling of wipes and the occasional muffled cooing from Welby. The sound of the diaper being folded up and set aside felt deafening to her ears. Her imagination filled in the details she was too embarrassed to see.

Lucas, of course, seemed utterly unbothered by the entire ordeal. He turned his head toward Hannah, his grin widening as he noticed her crimson cheeks. “Hey, Hannah,” he teased lightly, his voice carrying a playful lilt. “You don’t have to look away, you know. We’re all Littles here.”

Hannah groaned softly, burying her face against Welby’s chest in a futile attempt to escape the moment. The gentle rumble of Welby’s chuckle didn’t help. “Lucas, don’t tease her,” he said, though his tone had no real admonishment. “She’s just not as used to this as you are.”

“I know,” Lucas said, his smile softening slightly as he rested his hands on his chest. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

Welby continued with the change, his hands moving with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times before. He wiped Lucas clean with warm, damp wipes, his motions quick yet gentle. Lucas seemed to appreciate the care, humming quietly as he let Welby work. A fresh diaper was unfolded with a crisp snap, and the powdery scent of baby powder filled the air as Welby sprinkled it generously.

“There we go,” Welby murmured as he snapped the new diaper into place. He patted Lucas’s hip lightly, his expression warm and satisfied. “All fresh and ready to go.”

Lucas sat up with ease, his grin firmly back in place as he swung his legs over the side of the changing station. “Thanks, Welby,” he said brightly, Welby helping Lucas hop down beside him. He glanced at Hannah again, his playful smile turning a touch softer. “Don’t worry, Hannah. It’s not so bad. You’ll get used to it.”

Hannah peeked out from her hiding spot against Welby’s chest, her blush still vivid but her embarrassment slightly tempered by Lucas’s easy demeanor. She mumbled something unintelligible, her voice muffled by the carrier's fabric.

Welby gave her a gentle pat on the back, his large hand reassuring and steady. “You’re doing just fine, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Lucas is right. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Despite her lingering embarrassment, Hannah relaxed just slightly in the carrier. The moment passed with a sense of quiet understanding, the warmth of Welby’s presence and Lucas’s playful reassurance easing the edges of her discomfort. She was grateful for their care, even if she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

It wasn’t the first time she’d witnessed Emily being changed—her sister’s composed resignation had become familiar. But Lucas? A boy? That was an entirely different matter. She squirmed in the carrier, the thick padding of her fresh diaper crinkling softly with her movements. The faint scent of baby powder lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of the restroom and the occasional squeak of a shoe on the tile.

Emily stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on the edge of the carrier as she leaned in. “It’s okay, Hannah,” she said gently. “You’re doing great. We’ll all get through this together.”

Hannah peeked out at her sister, her blush still vivid but her breathing steadying under Emily’s reassuring gaze.

The restroom door opened faintly, and the group entered the restaurant's cooler air. The shift in lighting—from the sterile brightness of the restroom to the warm, ambient glow of Café Orleans—was almost jarring. Evelyn was waiting near the entrance, her expression softening when she saw them.

“All ready to go?” she asked, her gaze sweeping over the group. Her eyes lingered on Hannah briefly, her smile warm and knowing.

Welby nodded, adjusting the carrier slightly as he stepped closer to Evelyn. “All set,” he said. “Thanks for holding down the fort.”

Evelyn waved him off with a smile. “Always a pleasure,” she replied, her voice light. She glanced at Lucas and Emily, her expression playfully appraising. “And you two—still holding up?”

Lucas nodded confidently, grinning as he snapped his waistband playfully. Emily, more subdued, simply nodded, her fingers brushing against the hem of her dress.

Together, they left the restaurant, the evening air cool and crisp as they made their way through the park. The lights of New Orleans Square twinkled around them, reflecting off the cobblestones and casting a dreamy glow over the bustling crowds. The faint strains of jazz floated through the air, mingling with the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter.

Hannah nestled against Welby’s chest, her earlier embarrassment fading into the background as the group moved toward Tomorrowland. The transition from New Orleans Square's charming nostalgia to Tomorrowland's sleek, futuristic atmosphere was almost seamless yet entirely transformative. The new land's neon lights and metallic accents seemed to hum with energy, and the promise of adventure lingered in the air.

As they approached, the distant whir of rides and the faint beeping of electronic sounds grew louder. Evelyn walked beside Welby, her hand brushing his arm as she glanced at Hannah. “You ready for the future, little one?” she asked playfully, teasing but kind.

Hannah blinked, her green eyes wide as she stared at the glowing entrance to Tomorrowland. The sights and sounds were overwhelming but exciting, a whirlwind of sensory input that made her grip the carrier straps a little tighter. She didn’t answer, but Evelyn’s soft chuckle suggested she didn’t need to.

The warm light of the setting sun bathed the group in a golden glow as they approached the iconic silhouette of Space Mountain. Its gleaming white spires jutted against the darkening sky, an architectural promise of adventure among the stars. The air carried a cool edge now, the day's heat ebbing as twilight crept in, but the hum of the park was undiminished. The laughter of children, the chatter of families, and the faint strains of music formed a symphony of life beneath the encroaching night.

Welby adjusted the carrier on his chest, and Hannah nestled securely within, her bonnet catching the last rays of sunlight as she clung to him. Her diaper's faint and almost imperceptible crinkle seemed louder in her ears than it could be to anyone else. She peeked out at the world from her snug perch, her wide green eyes darting between the glowing lights of Tomorrowland and the looming shape of the ride ahead.

Evelyn walked beside them, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she glanced toward Lucas and Emily. The two Littles were strapped into their strollers, their faces lit with awe and excitement as they took in the futuristic surroundings. Lucas, ever the confident one, was already leaning forward, craning his neck to get a better view of the massive building ahead. 

Emily, quieter but no less intrigued, clutched the edge of her stroller with both hands, her expression a blend of anticipation and uncertainty.

As they reached the ride’s entrance, the neon glow of the Space Mountain sign shimmered in the gathering dusk, inviting them forward. The group parked the strollers in the designated area, the faint sound of wheels clicking against the pavement giving way to the muted hum of conversation as they joined the queue.

The line wound its way into the depths of the attraction, the transition from the open air to the enclosed corridors both sudden and seamless. The temperature shifted immediately, and the cool, air-conditioned interior replaced the sun's warmth. The lighting was dim, starkly contrasting the bright colors of Tomorrowland, with soft blue and white lights casting long shadows across the metallic walls. Panels etched with star charts and constellations adorned the corridors, glowing faintly as if powered by starlight.

Hannah shifted in her carrier, her gaze flitting over the details of the queue’s design. The walls seemed to pulse with a faint energy, as if the entire structure were alive, humming with the promise of interstellar travel. Screens embedded along the walls displayed looping animations of star systems and galaxies, accompanied by a soft, ambient soundtrack that felt futuristic and ethereal. Occasionally, a voiceover crackled through unseen speakers, welcoming passengers to their journey into the cosmos and providing snippets of lore about the fictional mission they were about to undertake.

The queue twisted and turned, the corridor narrowing at times before opening into larger rooms filled with more detailed theming. One such space featured a massive model of the Space Mountain spacecraft, its sleek design illuminated by soft blue lights. Guests paused briefly to admire it, their murmured conversations blending with the quiet hum of the ride’s soundscape. Hannah stared at it, her small fingers clutching at the edge of the carrier as her imagination filled in the gaps of the story.

Beside her, Lucas leaned closer to Emily, his voice low but excited. “Look at that,” he said, gesturing toward the spacecraft. “Bet it could fly faster than any ship in the galaxy.”

Emily nodded, her expression softening as a small smile tugged at her lips. “It looks like something out of a dream,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a note of wonder.

Evelyn chuckled, her hand resting lightly on Lucas’s shoulder as she leaned in. “Maybe they’ll let you steer,” she teased, earning a wide grin from him.

The line moved steadily, the group weaving through the intricately themed corridors. Overhead, glowing panels simulated the effect of moving stars, their light streaking across the ceiling as if the entire queue were hurtling through space. Hannah’s gaze flicked upward, her breath catching at the sight. Despite herself, she felt a small thrill of excitement, the immersive atmosphere tugging at her sense of wonder.

Welby’s hand rested gently on her back, his touch grounding her amidst the sensory overload. “Almost there, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re going to love this.”

The ride grew louder as they neared the loading platform, the faint whir of machinery and the occasional echo of excited screams blending into the queue’s ambient noise. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a shared energy that seemed to ripple through the line.

As they rounded the final corner, the platform came into view, bathed in soft blue light and alive with motion. Ride vehicles glided smoothly along their tracks, their sleek designs echoing the futuristic aesthetic of the queue. Cast members in crisp uniforms guided guests into their seats with practiced efficiency, their voices calm and professional even amidst the controlled chaos.

Hannah’s heart thudded in her chest as she took it all in, her earlier embarrassment momentarily forgotten. The allure of the ride, the promise of adventure among the stars, was undeniable. She nestled closer to Welby, her small hands gripping the carrier straps tightly. 

The group was ushered onto the loading platform with the practiced efficiency of the Space Mountain cast members. The dim, blue-lit station hummed with energy, the sleek ride vehicles gliding to a smooth stop before them. Welby easily carried Hannah from the carrier, his hands gentle yet secure as he passed her to the waiting cast member.

“This way, sweetheart,” the cast member said warmly, her tone dripping with the gentle condescension Littles often endured. She guided Hannah toward a specially designed seat near the front of the vehicle. Unlike the standard seats, this one was slightly smaller, with padded restraints and additional support, clearly tailored for Littles. The seat's design screamed practicality, but it was just another reminder of her place to Hannah.

Hannah squirmed as the cast member snugly fastened the restraints around her torso and shoulders, ensuring her security. The restraints felt excessive, hugging her like a cocoon, but she dared not complain. Beside her, Lucas climbed into his seat with an ease that bordered on cheerfulness. His grin widened as he fastened his harness, turning toward Hannah with a playful wink.

Emily, on the other side, was quieter. Her hands gripped the edge of her seat as the restraints clicked into place. Despite her calm exterior, a faint pink flush glowed on her cheeks, a subtle echo of the embarrassment they all felt in such moments.

Welby and Evelyn took their places in the rows behind them, their larger seats easily accommodating Amazon frames. Welby leaned forward slightly, his reassuring presence a steady anchor in the dimly lit chaos of the platform. The ride vehicle lurched forward, smoothly gliding out of the station and into a tunnel of softly glowing lights. The transition from the bustling platform to the enclosed darkness was seamless, and the ambient soundtrack swelled to a crescendo as they climbed the first incline.

Hannah’s heart thudded in her chest as the vehicle began its ascent. The slow climb was accompanied by glowing panels along the walls, displaying star charts and celestial scenes that seemed to pulse with life. But it wasn’t just the futuristic space theming that caught her attention. Subtle touches—larger-than-life cartoon planets shaped like pacifiers and constellations resembling oversized teddy bears—betrayed the unmistakable influence of the Amazons. Even in space, their flare for infantilization was inescapable.

She groaned softly, her cheeks heating as she caught sight of a planet marked “Diapera Prime,” its surface dotted with what appeared to be sparkling pins and oversized safety pins orbiting like moons. “Seriously?” she muttered under her breath, her small hands gripping the edge of her restraints.

Lucas leaned over, his grin widening as he followed her gaze. “I think it’s kind of funny,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “They’ve got to put their spin on everything, huh?”

Emily’s lips quirked into a faint smile, though her grip on the seat remained firm. “At least it’s still space-themed,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the ambient sound.

The ascent grew steeper, the hum of the machinery rising in pitch as the vehicle neared the top of the dark building. The lights faded, plunging them into near-total darkness, save for the faint glow of the restraints and the occasional streak of simulated starlight across the walls.

Hannah held her breath as they reached the apex, the anticipation reaching a palpable peak. Then, with a sudden whoosh, they plunged downward, the vehicle hurtling through the darkness at breakneck speed. The stars blurred into streaks of light as the ride simulated the feeling of careening through space. The rush of air and the pull of gravity pressed her back into her seat, her earlier embarrassment momentarily forgotten in the moment's thrill.

The ride twisted and turned, each curve and drop perfectly calculated to mimic the chaos of interstellar travel. Glimpses of glowing planets and swirling galaxies flashed, their vivid colors starkly contrasting with the dark void of space. Hannah couldn’t suppress a small, startled gasp as the vehicle careened through a spiral, her body pushed against the restraints with each twist.

Beside her, Lucas laughed openly, his excitement infectious. “This is amazing!” he shouted, his voice carried away by the wind. Emily smiled faintly, her tension melting into quiet enjoyment as the ride continued its wild journey.

Hannah couldn’t help but smile despite herself. Even the occasional Amazon-themed touches—the constellation of a bottle labeled “Ursa Lacta” or the glowing star labeled “Nap Time Nebula”—faded into the background as the thrill of the ride consumed her. For a few brief moments, the confines of her world felt a little less suffocating, the vastness of space offering a fleeting sense of freedom.

As the vehicle began to slow, signaling the end of the ride, Hannah found herself gripping the edge of her seat, her heart racing. The soft glow of the unloading platform came into view, and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The adventure might have been artificial, but for Hannah, it felt like a small escape—one she would hold onto for as long as she could.

The ride vehicle slowed to a smooth halt at the unloading station, the glowing lights of the platform casting a welcoming warmth against the cool darkness of the building—Cast members, clad in their crisp, futuristic uniforms, guided riders off the vehicle with practiced precision. The excited chatter of fellow passengers filled the air as groups filed out, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of shared exhilaration.

Welby lifted Hannah carefully from her Little’s seat, his hands steady and strong as he held her close. She nestled against his chest, her earlier excitement fading into a flush of bashfulness as they joined the flow of exiting guests. Emily and Lucas followed closely, their grins wide as they enthusiastically recounted the ride’s twists and turns.

“Did you see that drop?” Lucas exclaimed, his voice carrying over the din of the crowd. “I swear we were weightless for a full two seconds!”

Emily nodded, her eyes sparkling. “And the spiral! I thought we were going to fly off into the stars!” Her laughter, soft but genuine, bubbled out as they stepped onto the carpeted ramp leading toward the photo station.

The corridor walls shimmered with faint, glowing constellations, a fitting transition from the simulated chaos of the ride to the calm, grounded reality of the exit. The air was filled with the hum of eager voices as guests gathered around the display monitors, scanning the screens for their ride photos.

Hannah was drawn to the cluster of glowing screens ahead, each cycling through images of passengers frozen mid-ride. Faces of delight, terror, and everything in between flickered across the displays as riders pointed and laughed, calling out excitedly when they found their own.

“There we are!” Evelyn’s voice rang out, warm and amused, as she pointed to one of the screens. The photo captured the group at the peak of the ride’s first major drop. Evelyn’s expression was one of serene enjoyment, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement as her hair fanned out slightly. Beside her, Welby’s face was a mix of determination and pure delight, his grin wide and unrestrained.

In the row ahead, Lucas was caught mid-laugh, his mouth open in a wide grin as his arms flailed with excitement. Emily’s expression was a perfect balance of thrill and cautious enjoyment, her auburn hair flying around her face as she clutched the bar. And then there was Hannah.

Hannah’s heart sank as her face came into focus. Her eyes were wide with terror, her mouth frozen in a half-formed scream. The stark contrast between her panicked expression and the joy radiating from the others made her cheeks flush with heat. She couldn’t help but grin, though, a small giggle escaping her lips despite herself.

“Look at you, Hannah,” Lucas teased, nudging her playfully from his spot beside her. “I didn’t know you could look that scared.”

Hannah squirmed in Welby’s arms, her blush deepening. “It was just… unexpected,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the excited din around them. Her grin faltered, though, as she became aware of a new sensation—a warm, damp one. Her blush intensified as the realization hit her: her diaper was wet.

The thrill of the ride, the sudden drops and turns, had been more overwhelming than she’d realized. She squirmed slightly, her padded bottom pressing against the soft bulk of her diaper as the warmth spread. Her embarrassment threatened to bubble over, but she glanced up at Welby, who was still chuckling at the photo.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft and kind as he looked down at her. His hand rested lightly on her back, a steadying presence amidst her flustered thoughts.

Hannah hesitated, biting her lip. She considered telling him but decided against it for now. She could feel the reassuring bulk of the diaper holding everything in place, a small comfort amid her embarrassment. Instead, she nodded, her voice small but steady. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Welby smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You were so brave, Hannah,” he said warmly. “Even if the photo says otherwise.”

Evelyn chuckled, her gaze flicking to Hannah’s red cheeks. “You did great, sweetheart,” she said, her tone light and teasing.

Hannah smiled sheepishly as they left the photo station, the group heading toward the exit. Her heart was still racing, and her mind swirled with excitement, embarrassment, and a faint, growing sense of acceptance. Even with her wet diaper pressing gently against her, she felt oddly at ease, surrounded by the warmth and care of the people she trusted most.

As the group moved away from the photo station, Welby’s large hand rested lightly on Hannah’s back, his fingers radiating warmth through the soft fabric of her onesie. She tried to focus on the glow of the park around them—the twinkling lights, the cheerful chatter of other guests—but her thoughts kept circling back to her diaper's warm, damp sensation. She shifted slightly, hoping to ignore it until she could be changed, but her subtle squirming didn’t go unnoticed.

Welby’s hand slid lower, patting her padded bottom with the familiar rhythm that always left her feeling small and utterly dependent. The crinkle of her diaper was faint but unmistakable, and she froze as she felt him pause. His hand pressed gently against the bulk, confirming what she already knew.

“Well, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning in close so only she could hear. His voice was warm, filled with affection rather than reprimand. “You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you? Daddy’s proud of you for letting it happen.”

Hannah’s face turned crimson, her cheeks burning as she buried her head against his chest. She couldn’t find the words to respond, too overwhelmed by the mix of humiliation and comfort in his tone. His praise felt like a double-edged sword, soothing her embarrassment even as it amplified it.

By the time they reached the strollers, Hannah was grateful for the chance to escape the constant gaze of the bustling crowd. Welby unfastened her from the carrier with practiced ease, lifting her gently and placing her into her stroller. The padded seat cradled her snugly, and he secured the safety straps across her chest and waist with soft clicks. She relaxed slightly, the stroller’s cocoon-like enclosure offering a reprieve from the feeling of being on display.

“There we go, my little star traveler,” Welby said, his voice playful as he adjusted the blanket draped over her lap. “Nice and cozy for the next adventure.”

He reached into the diaper bag hanging from the stroller’s handle, retrieving a juice-filled baby bottle. The liquid inside shimmered faintly in the glow of the park’s lights, and he held it out to her with a smile. “Here you go, sweetheart,” he said, pressing the bottle into her hands. “Some juice to help you stay hydrated.”

Hannah hesitated momentarily, her blush lingering, but her thirst quickly overpowered her embarrassment. She wrapped her hands around the bottle, the soft silicone of the nipple pressing against her lips as she began to drink. The juice was sweet and refreshing, quenching her thirst and washing away the lingering dryness from her earlier excitement.

As the group began to move again, the stroller glided smoothly along the path, its gentle motion lulling Hannah into a state of relaxed contentment. She sipped eagerly from her bottle, her earlier humiliation slowly melting into the background as the warmth of the juice and the soft rhythm of the stroller’s movement soothed her nerves.

Evelyn walked beside Welby, her voice soft as they discussed the next stop on their journey through Tomorrowland. Lucas and Emily followed closely, their excitement bubbling over as they speculated about the rides ahead. The sounds of the park enveloped them—laughter, music, the hum of attractions—all blending into a comforting symphony that made Hannah feel, despite everything, safe.

As they approached the entrance to the next ride, Welby leaned down briefly, his hand brushing over Hannah’s head reassuringly. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Daddy’s so proud of his little girl.”

Hannah’s heart fluttered at his words, a quiet warmth settling in her chest. Even with the wet diaper, the stroller, and the bottle in her hands, she felt… cared for. Protected. The gentle rhythm of the stroller’s motion carried Hannah along the brightly lit pathways of Tomorrowland, the air filled with the hum of attractions and the distant echoes of laughter. Her bottle of juice was nearly empty now, the last sweet drops lingering on her lips as she leaned back against the stroller’s padded seat. The earlier embarrassment remained at the edges of her thoughts, but it felt distant, muted by the warm glow of the park and the steady presence of the people around her.

As they moved toward their next adventure, Hannah glanced up, her green eyes catching a scene that made her heart soften. Just ahead of her, Emily and Lucas walked hand in hand, their smiles wide and carefree as they chatted animatedly. Lucas said something that made Emily laugh—a bright, joyful sound that carried back to where Hannah sat. They looked so happy, so at ease, their steps light and playful as they skipped slightly ahead.

Behind them, Evelyn and Welby walked side by side, their hands intertwined in a gesture of quiet connection. Evelyn’s dark eyes sparkled as she looked up at Welby, her smile soft but full of warmth. Welby returned her look with a silent chuckle, his broad hand gently squeezing hers as if to say everything was exactly as it should be.

The sight filled Hannah with a strange sense of calm. It wasn’t perfect—far from it. But at this moment, surrounded by laughter, smiles, and the promise of another adventure, it felt… good. It felt like family.

She let out a soft sigh, her gaze following the Littles ahead as their giggles echoed through the night air. For the first time that day, a small, genuine smile tugged at her lips, the warmth of the moment settling deep in her chest. Whatever came next, she realized, she wouldn’t be facing it alone.